Suzanne: Running with PatsyKerry moved on. We were, I knew, in a state of perpetual estrangement. If she even noticed me it was only in passing and would hang with Marie, her moot-court partner, and Mike and Bill from the study group. My moot-court partner was a guy named Patrick, who sat next to me in our Property class. He was nice and relaxed and I enjoyed working with him. And I enjoyed drafting my moot-court brief and doing my argument.
Outside of school, Patsy had become a good friend. She loved telling, and I am afraid I loved hearing, her tales of dating woes. “Everyone thinks I’m this badass butch,” she told me more than once, “but I can’t just point to someone and say ‘here, now.’ I’m so misunderstood.” But of course she was that type of badass butch but I think she felt that it
